15 December 2012

How sweet it is...

Tonight was our church’s annual birthday party for baby
Jesus. Cake is a staple of this sort of festivity and my husband (the chef)
volunteered to make cupcakes. Chocolate cupcakes. With chocolate frosting. They
were a big hit with, well, everyone but me.This led to much talk of chocolate. Which led to me suffering from a
truly rare moment of *gasp* chocolate craving.

You see, one of the most shocking aspects of my personality
is my general dislike of all things chocolate. The only consistent exception is
for chocolaty beverages.I like hot
chocolate on occasion and even opt for chocolate Shakeology.But, for the most part, rarely does a
chocolate-flavored anything pass these lips.

True-to-form, my craving was manifested in a desire for
chocolate milk. Remember how I don’t like chocolate? So you can imagine how
often I purchase Hershey’s syrup. Like, um, never.You know what else? Wasn’t any way in Heaven
or Hades that I was gonna change out of my jammies and drive anywhere that sold
chocolate milk.

Google, Google, Google

I kept coming up with the same recipe, which is attributed
to Better Homes and Gardens.

In a small saucepan, add sugar, cocoa, and salt.
Whisk together gently. Add water. Bring mixture to a boil, stirring
occasionally. Reduce heat and cook 1 minute. Remove from heat and add vanilla.
Cool. Store in the refrigerator.

People think I'm all
Susie-homemaker. Really, I'm just random and odd and too lazy to go to the
store.

*ETA: I have to add this. Because I think it's worth a warning - I haven't been able to stop drinking chocolate milk since I made this syrup two days ago. At nearly 1pm today I realized I hadn't eaten anything yet, because I'd had like 10 glasses of chocolate milk! I think I've created an inner demon where none had previously existed.

Me..

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When I'm not homeschooling my four sons, working for my husband (really, my husband is also my boss), or writing papers for my M.A. Theatre program, I'm trying desperately to keep up with housework and still have time for craftiness.